...n pressing against her. “Take me Ben.”
Ben hands tightened around her thighs, bringing her down harder. To hell with making tender sweet love. He wanted to send her over the edge, bring her to the brink until she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Gwen gave a small whimper as his lips claimed hers. The sweet taste of cherry still lingered on her lips. His hand was tangled in her hair, and he pulled, exposing her neck. She felt his tongue, warm and wet, along her chest. Her back arched, wanting more. He complied.
She gasped as he suddenly bit. She tried to push him away, but he only grabbed her hand. He stood suddenly, only to flip her on her back. Before she had a chance to react, she found her arms pinned over her head.
“Thought you were being cute, didn’t you?” His tongue was inside her mouth before she could respond. It was just as well, really. She knew he could care less about her answer.
His hand travelled under her shirt, not stopping when he reached the swelling of her breasts. She broke the kiss when his fingers skimmed her nipple. Moans filled the room as he continued to tease her breasts. Her back arched as he tugged the shirt over her head. She didn’t wear a bra around him anymore. She had learned the first few times that he could be quite feral. He ripped through her clothes paying no mind to how expensive they were.